MeiraLove, Author at NSFW story

Viewpoint II, Finale. A viewpoint on pet names in Erotica.

If following my viewpoint on the topic of pet names in Erotica, communication response from sub mod is available on my profile. It is not advertisement to visit my profile, but if you have interest to read further. Maybe this topic resonates with some fellow writers. I am unable to attach to this post.

I’m truly in disbelief. The bias, and still to say my story is something it is not. My writings have nothing to do with the topic of incestuous acts. I’ve expressed this exhaustively. I have every right to be on an Erotica sub using pet names. They are very much a part of Erotica, all sorts of names. They alone do not translate into the act. The description of the act would be in the story for it to be as such. Pet names can be used amongst unrelated adults in non-incestuous behavior. Pet names are audible love sounds, another language for adults. To say one is passable and another not, that is mere preference. Read more »

Viewpoint.

Hi. I recently had a story removed from a sub. I want to publish a bit of viewpoint.

I appreciate truly the opportunity to share and express. This particular sub stated when asked why removed, people reported it as incestuous, “ma” can possibly “pass”, but “Son” is too far. My kind of story doesn’t work for them, therefore, removed. The end.

I want it to be understood, no where in my stories describe such behavior, I would never. What kind of story do you think I’m writing? They explicitly explain the context of names. How they represent a very emotional meaning to the man, to the woman, even how uncomfortable she is to use the pet name that he insists upon. There are many stories that may be bothersome to someone, but it does not mean the story doesn’t work nor belong. That it doesn’t have a right to have presence. If following, of course, any rules. If respectful of environment.

My story does well, until… Read more »

My Universe.

My Universe,
Gentle I will be.
Unless you need a storm,
A hurricane to form.
Whisper it to me in the breeze,
Amongst moon & trees.
I will adjust, my love,
Always to temper,
All your wants & needs.

I’ll give the calm that you seek,
after splitting my thighs a part.

Just allow me.

Under your sky,
In the twilight, to sleep.
Where there’s darkness,
When there’s still & peace.

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Let me watch, ma.

In a city that isn’t ours, between Mexico and Jerusalem, you stand statuesque before me as I sit poised and still. Faint, slow moans of intoxicating instruments strumming their own story secretively from afar. The kind that makes you feel soulful, yet, heated from within, and a mixed cocktail of the two.

You run a quick brush across my hair and begin to press against my knee to uncross my legs, spreading so slowly a part. Just to my waist you squat down, slipping my skirt over hips and thighs. I’m already feeling the pressure of your thoughts, my love, subdued by the wet between my legs.

How happy I am to have you here within a grasp of my heart.

“Let me watch,” he says while completely dressed, on stone legs, between me, leading, always knowing what he wants. He continues, “Show me where you like to touch when I’m away from you so far.”

You place your hand firmly on my face and insert your thumb into my mouth. You like to feel my lips in circles, purposefully, while pressing into my tongue. Read more »

I’m up, ma.

I’m up, ma, watching you, too.
Seeing you from this bed,
Lying in between wake & rest.
You can feel my eyes on you.
Last night, rough.
I see the marks & stress.
Don’t worry, my Queen.
I’ll be taking care of you,
In just a moment.
Seeing you now,
Bare back,
I’d kiss.
Pantyless.
I can’t help grabbing ahold,
Stroking,
Thinking what to do to you next.
I’m leaning back imagining this,
But without that skirt.
Maybe you slip up these sheets,
Take me into your sweet mouth instead.

I love that you think,
I never rise,
The minute your side is without mine,
That I wouldn’t notice.

And that’s fine,
Because the minute you go,
I’m aware & stare,
Thinking of each new possibility,
Strategically.

To decide,
How I’m going to make you,
Squirm & beg.
You, me, three, maybe.
You, me tonight, is enough. Read more »

When you wake.

I like to watch you, my King.
Sleep.
It’s when my lips,
My upper thighs,
And throat are most free.
Free from your hands, arms & legs.
Free to imagine,
How I’ll be consumed by you next.
Next, when you wake,
With your sweeter embrace,
Shaping the line that is my side,
Grasping firmly,
Softly,
Molding against me like clay.
Your skin,
The mix of sienna & copper,
With a hint of mint.
Leaning back I kiss,
You insist.
Holding my neck,
Giving you full frame of my face.
Do as you wish.
But el Diablo you are not, mi amor.
Not when you wake.
You’re sweet,
In this space.
When the slightest moan echoes,
Deep & loud.
Melting into you,
Continuing the flow,
Each measure,
On & in between each note.
Synchronized,
Syncopated,
Beat.
Watching shadow mist,
Dance across the walls,
Soft, electric hue,
Purplish blues,
Surrounding this still room.
You then slip gently inside,
You can’t not.
Though I lose breath,
When your shaft separates,
Enters a small space.
Pussy tight, warm & soft,
Pass my round cheeks.
A hand gliding across the crease,
To feel my fat clit,
Plump & on cue.
Hearing you groan,
Grabbing hard,
Holding in place,
The highest point of my hip,
In an early morning, sleepy wake.
But this time no agenda,
To make me beg.
It will only be,
To feel closest to my heart.
To feel between breaths,
Your length meeting my spot.
Making me tremble, you do.
So touched by your care,
To make me drip & wet.
You go deeper yet.
Meeting you halfway,
I’ll come,
No matter how far,
Whatever you need, my Prince,
When you wake.
I’ll be waiting for you.
From mami to mi amor. Read more »